He Made Me Invisible, I Made Him IrrelevantCHAPTER 1
On the night of my thirtieth birthday, my husband, Alexander Blackwood, Alpha of Silver Crest pack brought his pregnant mistress home.
With cold detachment, he listed his demands.
"Victoria gets migraines from strong scents. Burn all your clothes. I can smell your cheap perfume in the fabric."
"She's been having anxiety attacks since the pregnancy. From now on, you'll sleep in the basement storage room so she can have our bedroom."
Without uttering a word, I picked up the small bag I had hidden behind the coatrack and headed for the door.
Our elderly butler, who'd practically raised me after my parents died, tried to stop me with tears in his eyes, but Alexander merely laughed.
"Let her go with her pathetic little act. She has nowhere else to go. I've made sure of that."
Right then, Victoria smirked and whispered something in Alexander's ear. He nodded with a cruel smile spreading across his face.
"Actually, before you leave, entertain us. Get on your knees and beg Victoria's forgiveness for being such a disappointment. If you do it convincingly enough, I might allow you to stay in the gardener's shed instead of the basement."
The room filled with their mocking laughter as his security team formed a circle around me, recording with their phones, ready to humiliate me online if I refused.
What they didn't know was that the last of my inheritance money had purchased a one-way ticket out of this nightmare.
This time, I wouldn't be coming back.
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Just as I reached the front gate, Alexander's voice cut through the night air.
"Lauren, give Victoria your medication. Her morning sickness is worse than your 'supposed heart condition."
My body went rigid with shock.
That medication was keeping me alive—the only treatment that worked for my rare condition after three years of searching for a viable option.
When I turned to face him, Alexander noticed my trembling hands but showed no compassion.
"What do you need it for anyway?" he asked coldly. "You've been faking symptoms for attention again, haven't you?"
How could he say that when just last week, I had collapsed in the bathroom, coughing up blood while he stood over me, photographing my suffering to document my theatrics as he called it?
With unsteady fingers, I removed the pill box from my purse and placed it in Victoria's outstretched hand.